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above ~ April 2016, looking south;
below ~ October 2017, looking north.
At Auntie Jan's House
in the South of England ~ October 2016
The following autumnal "Elegy" from Linda Pastan
(thanks Katie Field & Writer's Almanac),
echoes a letter we received recently
from Gerry's 86 - year old Auntie Margaret,
over in Reading, England. Bracing for the first
frost, she writes, nearly sonnet - like:
18 October 2017 ~ "The weather is still quite mild
but I get depressed as the days shorten
and one after another I do the jobs
that need doing to get plants through the winter."
Auntie Margaret, the poet feels your pain!
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Elegy
Our final dogwood leans
over the forest floor
offering berries
to the birds, the squirrels.
It’s a relic
of the days when dogwoods
flourished—creamy lace in April,
spilled milk in May—
their beauty delicate
but commonplace.
When I took for granted
that the world would remain
as it was, and I
would remain with it.
by Linda Pastan, American Poet (b 1932)
from Insomnia [see previous posts]
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Gerry, in the Fall with Auntie Margaret (above) ~ October 2016
and in the Spring with Auntie Jan (below) ~ April 2017
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a page from my scrapbook
45 - year - old dogwood leaf
St. Charles, Missouri
SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS ON MY
Next Fortnightly Post
Tuesday, October 14th
Between now and then, read
THE QUOTIDIAN KIT ~ More "Spring & Fall"
my shorter, almost daily blog posts
www.dailykitticarriker.blogspot.com
Looking for a good book? Try
KITTI'S LIST
my running list of recent reading
www.kittislist.blogspot.com
that I just ordered for the holidays!
Dogwood Berries by Sari Sauls
